No introductions needed boy just call me the undefeated (Big)And underneath this Georgia dry I know I can't be seen with (Bigger)Bifocals because my vocals are classicLike Coca Cola when they had cocaine in the packageI meant to say blow in the ingredientsI went to the mall today and all the niggas had on smediumsLittle bitty ass clothesLike Dancing with the Stars without the judges or the dance flo'(Oh) And niggas don't dance no more, all they do is thisBeef it up, call me venus fly trap, waiting on fly emcees to eat 'em upI'm fly as I can be, them weak as fuckAnd ain't no keeping up, I'm balls deep and them ain't deep enoughFat stacks nigga, Cadillac killer, cataract prescription fillerI got my medicinal card from Los Angeles, the city of lost angelsA connoisseur of cannabis and from Atlanta bitchWe never shop with strangers, no matter what strain they slangingSome of the game rules done changedNiggas is out here talking like a cockatoo to a cop or twoNow they watching you and yo mama too, bird's eye view, view

Uh, I'm getting blowed on the regularRiding and talking dirty on my cellularPlaya I got some young girls that'll sell you someAnd if you my homeboy, she gon' give you someAnd it's all for the paper but she still gon' comeYou dipping in the cookie jar and now you're sprungI'll have you tripping like you smoking furlPlaya my hoes don't talk, anybody gon' tell yo girl

Okay, now niggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip'Cause they pussy wasn't hitting and they lip was super sloppySuck a, duck a mothafucka, rims chop with brains a sloppyWant my money corner pocket, plenty game hoSop it like a biscuit, King of Diamonds, king of tricking, what's the differenceGot it popping like a skillet with some chicken grease in itCountry boy, I'm country raised, from the belly to the graveRoll the Benz nobody tripping cause the money already made, Krizzle

'Nd hater all the time, I got haters in my bizTalking 'bout the trill but don't know what the fuck it isMothafuckas nowadays are seriously sorryThinking that the key to life is putting your business on MauryYou say you rocking Mauri but that motherfucker RockportAlways talking 'bout you bust it, but your Glock shortI know the truth so ain't no need in your lyingBullshit ain't working, ain't no need in your tryingDying to be the nigga that's spied in the telescopeCrime with trilla niggas, put iron to ya belly folksTelling them tall tales, fibs, and humdangersSave it for Jerry caught Steve, or Jerry SprangerBuzzing like a bee, tryna stick me with your stangerYou can get the middle (What middle?) the fingerStick it in your ass and let it langerNo homo and hit the high note like and R&B singer on promo